Slave of Egypt

Chapter Three

Zipporah was inwardly seething, but kept her eyes carefully lowered as she followed Prince Moses back to his chambers at the end of the day. Apparently, embarrassing Moses and Ramses last night translated to suffering every humiliation the two Princes could think of today.

She had been sent to run pointless errands that didn’t even exist to need running in the first place, listened to the crude remarks and speculations of exactly how she served the Princes, and even forced to kneel on the hot sand and act as a footstool! Her thoughts drifted to her family, and Zipporah could only be thankful that they would never see how far she had fallen.

At least Prince Moses had fed her, even if it was kneeling at his side and being fed scraps, as though she

The humiliation didn’t stop when he took her to bed again, either. Unlike last night, when he forced her and Zipporah’s pain only fuelled her anger, tonight Moses took a different track. This time he was gentle, his skilled fingers bringing her to the height of ecstasy again and again, until she begged to have him inside of her. Zipporah hated that Prince Moses made her want it, internally screaming her denial and shame, even as she begged him for more.

Moses smiled as he ran his hands over Zipporah’s bronze skin, hearing her moan. Even the most defiant slave could be broken, once you found their weak point. The over-opinionated Hebrew bitch, Miriam, had for some reason expected him to save her, but Moses had seen her fire die as he and Ramses shared her between them. Miriam had pinned her hope and spirit on the idea that he would save her, and being proven wrong had broken her.

Zipporah was proud, with an inner strength that came from her belief that she was equal to whatever challenges she would face. Having all power taken from her shook that belief, and the humiliation she endured weakened her spirit. When even her body betrayed her, finding pleasure in the touch of one she hated above all, the fight began to drain out of her, though she was not yet fully defeated.

Zipporah tried not to cry as Prince Moses pushed her onto the bed, looming over her as he parted her legs. Though her body screamed for release, he did not touch her, wanting to hear her ask for it. Zipporah knew what Moses wanted, and what her body craved. Feeling something inside of her break, Zipporah wrapped a leg around his waist, pressing herself against him. “Please, Master, I need you inside me.”

Moses brushed his dick over her entrance, teasing her. “Last night you couldn’t get me to stop fast enough. I should leave you alone, like you demanded.”

Zipporah’s mind would like nothing more, but her body screamed in protest. “NO! Please, I want it, I want you! I need you to fill me, please! I can’t take you teasing me like this, I’ll do anything!”

Moses smirked as he plunged inside her, his mouth descending on hers. It was always amusing to hear slaves beg, especially when it was clear that their rational selves wanted the total opposite. Zipporah’s lithe body could tempt the Gods, her inner strength could inspire Queen Isis herself, yet she submitted to him, whom she hated. He had resisted her until she begged, and so tight body brought him to ecstasy after only a few minutes, but he had no intention of stopping then.

Zipporah moaned when the prince leaned down to suckle on her breasts, his beard scratching the sensitive skin as his hand left bruises on her thigh. Even so, she arched against him as he filled her, clinging to him and matching his thrusts, working her way to the release that her body craved.

Moses had made her cum twice more, and filled her with his seed again when they were interrupted by a knock and a vaguely familiar voice at the door.

Zipporah had a bad feeling that she would not like what was coming. Sure enough, she recognized Prince Ramses as he entered, though she did not know the Hebrew girl who was dragged in behind him. Zipporah froze in terror, but Moses greeted them with a smile and a laugh, not letting up his assault on her cunt. “Hello, brother! What brings you here this fine, slut-filled night?”

Prince Ramses clapped his brother on the back. “I wanted to see if you had managed to charm the cobra yet, or if you felt like sharing the task. If not, I came to offer my Hebrew girl’s service for the night.” His voice turned cruel, “It’s been a while since Miriam has had the pleasure of both our company, after all.”

The girl, Miriam, visibly flinched, but Zipporah was distracted by Moses finishing inside of her and pulling out. “Zipporah is learning, but I’ll take you up on Miriam while she recovers. I think she enjoyed our session a bit too much.”

Ramses laughed. “I could hear her begging half way down the hall. You work miracles, brother!”

Moses only smirked as he pushed Zipporah away from the bed. Zipporah didn’t dare leave the room, but gratefully curled up in a corner, hoping that they wouldn’t notice her while Miriam took her place between the two men.

Review Replies:

Skeeve: Thanks for the advice, I’ll work on that.

Notrelevent, John, vera, Anon, Reih, Ultimate Fucker, Story Junkie, DarkFireTailz, sarivka, Cyerena: Thanks; I’m glad you like it.

Than: Yes, but try to remember that Moses was raised to think of Slaves as less than human, and if they didn’t do what you told them, you whipped/beat/hit them. Thanks for reviewing.

Thefadednight: Yes, people writing like they skived off every English class they ever took annoys me too. I’m not above the occasional hiccup, myself, but I hate to see an otherwise good story ruined because the author doesn’t know what a spell-checker is.

Blue_Knight: I wondered too, obviously, though I would love to see what you come up with. As for BDSM, well, Zipporah IS a slave, but she’s far too spirited to take her situation that easily.

Anon: Thanks! Maybe later…